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Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. the afternoon glow is brightening in the
bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of pines is
heard in our kettle. let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful
foolishness of things. - The Book of Tea

Monday, December 18, 2006

Give anything, but I won't give up.

Just came back from dinner at Simpang Bedok. Nice. =) It's raining really heavily there right now.

Self-destruct.

Sometimes I wish things would go back to how they were. I realize now that I probably felt unappreciated all this while, but how could things have been any different when he had both hands tied? I look through the pictures of my 'old life' and I feel sad. Have I changed so much? Can I ever get that girl back?

Do I even want to go back?

I do know that the best part of the whole thing was how he kept me grounded. And now I'm scared of losing sight of myself. He's the only person, and I dare say that even now, he's the only person who gives me the best advice and who can make me feel a million times better about everything.

I guess I have a long way to go too, huh.